Okay nTom,nGimme a pen, a pad, a couch, a blanket, pillow and I'm outnI wrote this thing from 31st to ClintonnFoaming at the mouthnCan I sleep in your den? nI'm mad about how she's shaking in the middle of our housenI wrote this thing from amongst the best she handed outnnTomnGive me the biggest fucking shot of disastrous ass-backwardsnTriple X n1000 proof shit in a glassnBetter get the whole bottlenBetter yet, I'll get water nI don't drinknJust give me the keys to your CivicnAnd some directions to the brinkn[I'm, um..]nI'm kind of in the mood to get shotnI'm sort of kind of in the mood for suicide by copnThe little fake holdup the clerk nBut I'm not loadednThe jerk at his work nAt my worstnBy the burst, it's a loaded gunnAnd when the cops comenI'll aim it at their faces until they lay me to wastenPeople will blame it on race, riot, and fuck up the placenDeface all in their path andnThat's what I call a crime of passionnnTom, nGive me some NyQuil and a TylenolnI want to shoot into spacenBut I don’t want to shoot through the wallnAnd maybe I should callnAnd maybe I just fuck the fuck offn’Cause, it's my fault, I fucked it allnWhat am I, 10 again?nThis shit was messed up from the beginningnAnd I knew I'd fall in lovenAnd then I'd lose itnAnd lose a friendnMaybe it's her faultnShe never seemed to trynTom, nGive me a second, nI've got something in my eyennLove to the next nHugs, kisses to the sexnHot with emotion, baby nTell me what you neednSex to the love ‘til when they’re not enough, nTo the angernHow'd you lose your love for the leaves?nnDrowningnI'm not waving, I'm drowningnI'm not waving, I'm drowningnI'm not waving, I'm drowningnI'm not waving, I'm drowningnnTom,nI toss and turn and can't sleepnI'm sorry to keep you up, rightnNevermind, mannHey, what's up?nG’night, g’night, g’night, guysnMy bright eyes ain't shuttin'nI'm sick of arguing, nSo barging in seemed like it would help somethingnMy puppy love turned to a leashed dog and a steamernI'm on a plank, nShe's riding pistol in a BimmernI'm thinkin' my best plan involves a meat cleaver and a steak knifenSomeone's gonna die tonight, nBut not hernNot my princessnNot my baby birdnNot my sweet chickadee turned angry vulture, clawing nervesnRed, tough, black and white and dead all overnAsk the owl, How many licks does it take before it's over?nTwice is nicennI asked you, Please, toss my taped up clovernNeither of us listenn[Neither of us listen]nI asked you, Please, toss my taped up clovernNeither of us listenn[Neither of us listen]n’Til we both pay the pricennLikenWhy you never listening?nWhy you never there?nWhy you gotta be like this?nWhy don't you care?nPlease, baby, talk to menPlease go awaynPlease, will you look at me?nPlease, baby, staynnCan we stop this shit?nCan we try?nCan we make a go of it?nPlease don't crynCan we stop this shit?nCan we try?nCan we make a go of it?nPlease don't crynnDrowningnI'm not waving, I'm drowningnI'm not waving, I'm drowningnI'm not waving, I'm drowningnI'm not waving, I'm drowningnI’m not waving,nI’m drowningnnI remembernBruised head, and a bruised heartnAnd I remembernTossing with tears, cause the sleep's hardnIf you remembernThat faint smell on a pillow cover nIs not the smell of love anymorenThat's loss and pain, vain happiness, nYou're no longer the recipient of casual looks,nThey seem to say you're all I seenSo much compassion in her starenHow can it be in the back of my eyelids, haunting me?nA picture featuring your fat lower lip and brown hairnEach side of my bed is cold and will benRemember when you throw my side with so and so nYou bought that bed with menYou picked the sheets, and spent the timenYou broke in the springs with menYour first decision now change up your life and give it a trynWith all the guys in the world, nRemember that you chose menMy bestnYou can have it if you want itnnI gotta knownI gotta feel like thisn’Cause life goesnAnd again and againnAnd again and againnI need a moment to absorbnThis is a different kind of love you're missingnBest friendsn’Cause everybody's fine and it's freedom again